I am a freelance writer in Oakland, CA.
I dabble heavily in storytelling, black coffee & brain-melting conversations.
When I was a kid...
I had to repeat the first grade because when it was time to make macaroni necklaces or catch cooties or whatever, I would curl up under a desk to read books and write stories. My teacher, Mrs. Draper, told my parents that I was socially inept and recommended a specialist. Two days later a windowless, '91 Econoline showed up to recess carrying a litter of candy-strapped puppies. Guess which one of Mrs. Draper's first graders didn't get their face on a milk carton that year?
Hint: It was me.